Manipulation of hearts and doctors

I’ve never delivered a heart
well, that’s not true
when I was younger
I may have had the opportunity

But hearts betray language
it is completely unclear, certainly
what part I may have played
in the loves of my life

Hardy trimming husks deliver
only a fraction of the fountain
most push causal acquaintances
leaving false storms for doctors

southerners eating hummus
laughing at Egyptian tourists
betraying ethics of suffering
like a statue car pouring

Rain remembered for lost time
I never wanted to see her
she wrecked patience, good habits
vamping a soft day for polar branches

There does not a trap abandonment
without a strong lettered court
or so they say, some love is enough
sincerity can be refined as false